Your head was down your eyes were up
Your hands were on my hips
And all the shadows of the past
Were dancing on your lips
The screens were circling all around
In angles forty-five
The flowerpot hid its eyes as
It saw us come alive
The memories of the future held
As I held your blue hand
Now what can rhyme with that I thought
I'm sure you'll understand
We were larger than any road,
But we squeezed through a single hole
In the screen
All the same
And floated through the yard
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